Above the hill,above the dale,above the sky
Is where my room lies
But why too dark
Maybe the sun today isn't ready to scintillate
Or should I raise the yellow curtains for it
Ironical for its cardinal wonted
Too many balloons raising in
Ain't too visible but give it credence
Ain't my avocation but would lambaste at those who derided
Can aver the elicits of the cent of this stormy weather
Am too gullible for it but would condone
Cuz the stormy lightning is faster than sunlight
Look up, water's pourin'
Could feel the thirst
But this texture of greed is too transperent
Look up for the rainbow
But too lazy to get up
And all of a sudden comes a tornado
Ohh it's a mirror for something sleazy
Ohh nothing of both,am down, now the elicits of cent of roof
Enough!Going to the window on my own
Red nose,bad noise for a blue curtain
An' what a cloudy apartheid!!

© King